“And so they wouldn’t let me skip the line, even though I was well within my rights to do so!” my friend, who was sitting across from me, said with a dramatic yet routine gesture “What level of inconvenience they had the nerve to do to me. If there was any justice left in this world I’d be well within my rights to take them to court. It is unfortunate that there is and has never been no such thing as a convenient lawyer in this world. If I were to even think of suing I’d be more inconvenienced by my lawyer than what they had done to me.”

“My friend,” I say with a slight chuckle “while it is certainly not convenient to skip the line, not being convenienced does not mean that you were inconvenienced.”

“Well the opposite of convenience is inconvenience, such as the case that something which is the opposite of valid is invalid.” He responded with slight annoyance.

“I say to you that you need to stop seeing the world in such as black and white manner. There are many things that are not one thing and not the other. If someone is not tall that does not mean that they are short. Similarly, just as you were not convenienced does not mean that you were inconvenienced. You were about as convinced or inconvenienced as everyone else waiting in line. The only issue here is that the English language lacks the terminology for such a state. You must come to look at the world in shades of grey, not black and white.”

Something about this last line caused a stir from an old man sitting nearby who suddenly entered into the conversation. “Grayscale is much too lacking for my taste in life, it is only when you are able to see the hues of the world, when ideas can be painted in fuchsia or the many other vibrant colors, is when you truly understand.”

Upon hearing this, me and my friend looked at each other in silent contemplation. We then elected to silently ignore the old man.